As many of you know, my dear guide dog Igor passed away very suddenly last September. I knew almost immediately that I had to make some good come out of this terrible loss, so I decided to raise funds for the Animal Medical Center, which did so much for him throughout his short life and so much for both of… Read more
“I am very conscious of the advantages that my fickle health gives me over our robust squares.”
– Nietzsche from The Gay Science
Mommy booked us a red eye night flight which seemed, while still at the airport, like a good idea since i felt sleepy and well fed – – perhaps too well fed as it it turned out.… Read more
Can I pet you?
No, I’m working. Duh.
What is your name?
You talkin to me?!
Can I pet you now?
1 Strangers’ hands on me make me uncomfortable.
2 stop staring: unless you want to fight
3 and please, this constant chattering in silly voice is totally embarrassing for all.
Oh, please can I pet you?!
If, by… Read more
Breakfast with blind people. Very loud.
Next, a “Juno” walk, wherein a simulated guide dog experience unfolds with trainer named Sue at harness front end (pretending to be dog named Juno), and me at harness backend (pretending not to be demoralized). All the while, through the streets of Morristown, the head trainer watches to assess my skills with Juno,… Read more
Leaving for doggy boot camp tomorrow. Nervous and excited. Looking over my gifts. I hope he/she likes them/me! Ah, arranged marriages…
Last time I went to The Seeing Eye (which was the first time I trained with a guide dog), I did not bring gifts. This time I am bringing:
#1 Nylabone (oh how Millennium loved to gnaw… Read more